As Isaac speaks, Sylar regards him steadily, unmoving. This one, too, is someone who knows; he can see the discrete pieces of the world better than any of the others could hope to see it, and there is a peace and a steadiness to that kind of knowing. Sylar will not say that it isn't supposed to go like this.
Yet to maintain that calm, even in death...
(Beato Michæli Archangelo, beato Ioanni Baptistæ, sanctis Apostolis Petro et Paulo: it's like a distant echo when he recognizes what Isaac is struggling to say, a reflection in a smudged mirror. He remembers it. He's spoken it himself.)
...and to believe yourself a hero in your sacrifice.
He shakes his head, slightly, and rises back to his feet. One more step, to place him near Isaac's shoulder.
Sylar will have to see for himself how much the painter truly understands.
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Date: 2007-06-10 09:32 pm (UTC)Yet to maintain that calm, even in death...
(Beato Michæli Archangelo, beato Ioanni Baptistæ, sanctis Apostolis Petro et Paulo: it's like a distant echo when he recognizes what Isaac is struggling to say, a reflection in a smudged mirror. He remembers it. He's spoken it himself.)
...and to believe yourself a hero in your sacrifice.
He shakes his head, slightly, and rises back to his feet. One more step, to place him near Isaac's shoulder.
Sylar will have to see for himself how much the painter truly understands.
He points.